posted on May, 23 2016 @ 10:17 PM
He clicks his feet and butters his role,
Now he is coming after your soul.
In the night he thinks and dreams,
Hoping your about to scream.
Now it's dark he's in the park,
The park you say is in his way.
Time to move he gets his groove,
You run away acting smooth.
It's his turn he is about to burn,
Your in his way you lost your turn.
Acting like dark ice,
You think he's nice,
Now he's mean and turning green,
You run for the helm and split your seam.
There he goes staring at your nose,
You better run and do not pose.
He enters your night he is about to bite,
There you go, have a safe flight.
The soul sitter strikes again.